Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1887-09-24
ne otlgr sinner.

No bracelets nor necklaces had she I;
no white silk dresses had she ever seen,
and a common white muslin, even, she
had never worn; she was barefooted,
and though the morning was warm, she
had wrapped an old shall around her
to hide the holes in her dress. A neat
little girl was Mandy, or at least she
would have been if she had known
how; she always washed her feet in
the fast-running gutter puddles, after a
hard rain, just because she liked to see
them look clean; but she had no needle
and thread at home, nor patches, and
her work among the barrels, picking
for rags, was not the cleanest In the
world. Yet on this very afternoon in
which Miss Cecilia was getting ready
for the concert, and frowning over her
white silk, because the trail did not
hang quite as she liked, did this little
girl Mandy give a concert. Her audi
ence was an organ-grinder who stopped
to rest a bit, and an old woman who
was going by with baby, and a little
boy with a load of chips. The words
she sang were:
There is a fountain filed with blood
Drawn from ImmanueI's veins"
And the chorus repeated as many
times as Miss Cecilia's: Eve been re-
deemed, I've been redeemed, I've been
redeemed"
Where did you get that?" asked the
Organ-grinder.
"What?" said Mandy, startled, and
turning quickly.
'Ihat; that you're singing"
ooh, got it to Sunday-school.' 3
And she rolled out the wonderful news,
I've been redeemed, I've been re-
deemed-been washed in the blood of
he Lamb"
81 don't s'pose you understand what
you're singing about, said the organ
grinder.
'Don's though ?" said Mandy, with
an emphatic little nod of her head 81
know all about it, and it's all true. I
belong to Him; He is going to make me
clean inside, and dress me In white
some day, to stay with Him forever and
ever. I've been redeemed, I've been
redeemed-been washed in the blood Of
the Lamb"
Away down the street, as far as the
organ-grinder could hear, as he trudged
on, there came back to him the faint
sound of that chorus, Give been re-
deemed" Nobody threw bouquets to
Mandy; nobody said she had a sweet
voice But the Organ-grinder kept say
ing the words over and over to himself;
they were not new words to him. Years
ago his old mother used to sing those
first ones. 'aThere is a fountain. He
had never heard the chorus before, but
he knew it fitted, he knew all about it,
his mother had taught him; and away
back, when he was a little boy, a min
ister had said to him once, ''AIy boy,
Won must be sure to find the fountain
and get washed" He never had. He
was almost an old man; and it was
years since he had thought about it.
but Mandy's song brought 1t all back.
Was that the end of it? Oh, no. The
organ-grinder kept thinking and think
ing, until by-and-by he resolved to do.
He sought the Fountain and found it,
and now, If he knew the tune. could
81 g, I've been redeemed. Many and
many a time he says the words over and
over.
Is that the end? Oh dear, mol It
VIII never end. When Mandy and the
organ-grinder stand up yonder, and she
hears all about the song that she sang
As she picked over rags. 1t VIII not, even
hen, be at the end Nothing ever ends
-PaHau.